My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in Thee.
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.
Oh, hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;